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HYMN XXII

HYMN XXII  1. Hero, the Soma being pressed I pour the juice for thee to drink   Sate thee and finish thy carouse. 2. Let not the fools, or those who mock, beguile thee when they    seek thine aid:   Love not the enemies of prayer. 3. Here let them with rich milky draught cheer thee to great    munificence:   Drink as the wild bull drinks the lake. 4. Praise, even as he is known, with song Indra, the guardian of    the kine,   The Son of Truth, Lord of the brave. 5. Hither his bay steeds have been sent, red steeds are on the    sacred grass.   Where we in concert sing our songs. 6. For Indra, Thunder-armed, the kine have yielded mingled milk    and meath,   What time he found them in the vault.